I'm serious. Men have no clue. They would get a lot further a lot faster if they back off and don't treat every girl who stands next to them at the bar like a piece of *ss.
Don't try to grope me five minutes after we've met... and... maybe you'll get my number and maybe we'll go out and maybe I'll like you and maybe, maybe I'll feel like swapping spit (sorry) with you.
I miss the sweetness of my ex. I can't deny it anymore. I'm so tired of not being with him, and trying to meet these other men who pale in comparison. I'm not idealizing him, I know his faults, but he wasn't foul-mouthed, or low-brow, or dumb, or lazy, or hairy, or balding, or fat, (sorry guys who are) or whining, or ... he was the best thing that ever happened to me and I lost him and I can't fix it.